IT'S OH SO QUIET. OR AT LEAST IT WAS UNTIL THE SEAHORSE JOINED IN... PHOTO: XIANSTUDIO)
When I was little, my family and I went on a boat trip to watch Orcas off Vancouver Island, and one of the things I remember being most moved by was hearing the songs of the whales via a hydraphone slung under the boat. It seemed utterly bizarre that these huge, beautiful creatures should make such an enchanting and surreal series of clicks and whistles, and it really stuck with me. But it turns out that it's not only Killer Whales who are making a racket underwater, sea horses are doing their bit to contribute to the din. Ok, so they're only making barely audible tiny clicks by snapping the back of their skulls on their top vertebra, but when you're surrounded by seawater a little goes a long way. More on the marine cacophany and the creatures that make it from MSN here.




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In the last few days of this week before Christmas, London (along with much of Britain) has been cloaked in a freezing fog. It has turned Heathrow into even more of a massive disaster than usual, which has had a knock on effect on the roads and rail networks, because everyone knows if there is one thing we Brits can't deal with it's 'adverse' weather.Everything grinds to a halt. Because I have no plans to go anywhere, I quite like the fog. It gives the city a Sherlock Holmes, Victorian kind of feel, largely thanks to the triangle of orange light under each streetlamp. And it makes it doubly cosy being inside.
In terms of housepets, dogs are usually the most open. Cats reserve judgement, they take their time to decide if they like you, but dogs are who they are. And apparently, the colour of a dog's fur is closely related to precisely who they are. So dogs actually have no need to wear their heart on their sleeve, because they wear their true personality all over their body. 
My brother and I used to have a NES and oh how we loved it. We wasted many happy hours playing Super Mario Bros. and Bubble Bobble. Many hours. So happy. So while perusing this year's must have Christmas presents on
Christie's auction house in London had its first science themed auction this week, but one of its star attractions failed to sell. Lots such as one of Einstein's first essays went quickly, but a box of lightbulbs that represented Thomas Edison's patented design failed to reach the reserve price. There's probably more too it than this, it seems like people failing to appreciate how important inventors such as Edison were to the lives we live today. I know it's not the same, but I just don't quite understand how people are prepared to pay $140m for a painting that looks like a big old mess of splatterings, and yet nobody would stump up £200,000 for an artefact that represents one of the most amazing discoveries bar none. Ok, so Jackson Pollock was a talented artist and his works are very attractive. But they're not that attractive. And yes, I am biased. Art is pretty and all, but science is different. And if Thomas Edison hadn't patented the commercially viable lightbulb we wouldn't have fairy lights, and how drab a Christmas would that be?


